Bruce Dickinson - God's Not Coming Back
It's gotten by the three kings
And I thought I saw a star
I could smell the holy spirit,
It was coming from the hall
It's magic they said
Back from the dead
It's not Christmas yet
God's not coming back
You turn my water into wine,
You fix my table, it's just fine
Two ton rocks he rolled away,
Feels so good every Sunday
Letras Bruce Dickinson